Breastworld



This one is another offshoot of story 3. It expands on the Idea of a
Breastworld. This one falls into the category of raw fantasy, Not art and
it has only the faintest ghosts of a plot.


             Introduction

        This thing is about what you do with your time after you can say "been
there; Done That!" To absolutely every concievable noble or practical endeavour
imaginable.
        Take all your preconceptions about monogomy, stds, income taxes and
leave them at the door. Don't stop there! Common sense... Screw it. Basic
human needs... forget em. Inhibitions... loose them. Once you've done that I
think you just may be ready.

                       Breastwrold

             Location

   The Ideal location for such a place would be the pebble of a moon called
Phobos that orbits Mars. It would be close enough to earth to make travel easy
but on a planet small enough to be completely removed from the solar system
if necessary.
   Because of it's neglagable gravity artifical gravitation devices
would have to be used. Access would be provided by means of gateways from
Earth (described later.)


             The Rules of Breastworld

        Any person who does harm or injury to another will be punnished in
proportion to the crime.

        Any person who wears no clothes to cover a part of that person's body
may not deny another person the privlage of the use of that part. Conversely
no person who is so covered may be compeled to allow that part to be used
by another.
        Clothing will be provided if requested.

        Persons under the age of biological maturity may not use or alter
their genitals in any way. This does not include breasts.

        No person shall be denied access to breast enlargement
facilitys or enlargement to the second phase.
        No person with breasts and not wearing any clothes that conceal the
niples may deny another "suck" if that other so requests.

        No person may compell another to be implanted in another's body.
        A person may offer to be implanted in any other person's body and
may not be denied the right to do so if that person concents.
        If one person should be implanted in part or total inside the body of
another they shall enjoy no right or privlage that the owner of that body
would deny them.

        No woman will be permitted to reduce her breasts below a minimum size
of four inches.


             The rulers of breastworld.

        If you asked anybody who was the ruler of breastworld you would get a
strange look and the reply "Why the queen of course!" If you went to this
queen, a pair of tits 10' 8" in every direction (5-a) wearing only a silver
crown on her blue haired head, you would find quickly that she had almost no
practical knowlege of the world or any idea of how she was created. If you
asked her directly if she was the queen she would say "I guess I am, I like
all the attention I get but I wish I could get a chance to walk around and see
the rest of this world."
        If you decide to continue your quest for the ruler and you were
lucky you would learn of this strange woman with size ones who stood out only
in the fact that she was unusually brawny even by breastworld standards. Who
went around taking care of small problems and providing services that wouldn't
otherwise be available. If you asked her directly if she rulled the place she
would say "Brother, I *own* this place and you too." Being a bit disturbed by
this answer I wouldn't be supprised if you chose to leave at your earliest
convienence.


             Shops

        There are three shops in the Breastworld Pleasuredome. A clothing store
A toy store, and a boob shop.

        In the clothing store are several rows of booths. In each one finds a
computer termianal. Through that terminal the customer sees a immage of
him/herself in whatever one happens to be wearing Through the terminal the
person could order a standardized version of almost any normal american article
of clothing. Once you decide on your aperal it is replicated and placed in
the booth.

        The toy store procures just about anything you would want to have fun
from nose glasses to toy blocks. But instead of a red rubber ball you would
get a silicone ball. A number of other sexual items are available too.

        The boob store is where you could make some serious alterations to
yourself. One booth would change your gender. Another would allow you to change
the size of your breasts. Another would blindfold you and allow one of your
friends to give you whatever breasts they desired. If the size you selected
made you immobile you would be moved to the Hall of The Big where you will be
tended uppon by servants who will take care of all your needs.


             Attractions

        One of the most popular places to go is The Valley of The Big
Boobs. The valley is surrounded by a cliff to keep it's inhabitants in. The
easiest way to get in is to just jump off the cliff onto some jell sacks
placed there to catch visitors. Once there you find yourself surrounded by
big tits with legs (size 3-a). They are wearing nothing except their long hair
and a pair of jean shorts. The first thing you would notice is that there
seemed to be three different groups of big tit people. The red haired ones
seem to be soley interested in finding new ways of squeezing pleasure out
of their breasts. The blue haired ones are interested in having fun and are
eather playing some of the toys that other visitors may have brought them or
watching movies at the theater. The brown haired group is actually composed
of people that enjoyed the place so much that they decided to stay. If you
asked them how they got 'initiated' they would take you to a metal booth and
tell you that all that you had to do was step in and close the door. The
booth then fills up with this strange metalic liquid which makes you fall
asleep. When you wake up you are ready to frolick with the rest of the big
tits. If you are a poorsport (like most people) and decide to leave you find
that you have to climb a ladder tilted at a negative angle forcing you to use
your arms. An effective way of keeping the valley girls in.

        If that isn't enough for you you could visit the slut of breastworld.
The chamber of the slut is a cavernous area with a fairly low celing. Even
for the immense size of the slut the chamber was still several times larger.
The most striking thing about her is that she is much bigger than the queen.
More like the scale I described back in the third volume. The reason that she
wasn't the queen was because she was one of those who had red hair and because
she still had arms and legs which indicated a lack of devotion to her boobs.
and because they were technically still size two (c) which meant they aren't
as round as five (c) would be. As you will learn later type C starts out
being identical to type A but if that person eats alot it all goes to the
breast. Being a redhead the slut will suck any tit within her reach and do just
about anything to satisfy her insatiable hungers. As for her tits they were
already so big that she lost sensation from them at about fifteen feet out.
        If you climb up onto her breasts looking for a place to sleep you will
find groups of eight to twelve blue and or black haired women with size (2-a)
implanted up to the waist in the slut's breast. They will probably ask you
first to come and lie down in their midst so they could have a chance to talk
with you and would gladly give you a masage or almost anything else you might
want.

        For those who liked to live to the fullest there was The Hall of The
Big where you can visit those who had grown so big that they can nolonger
move. They always enjoy visiters Especially those who would share some of
their milk with them so that they could continue their growth. Remember there
is always a space reserved for you.

        One day the owner of breastworld was confronted with a group of people
that wanted to be implanted in eachother. After checking to see that their
intentions were sincere she decided to add a zero grav chamber a mile cubed in
size and padded. She then selected one of the women from the group and with
a snap of her fingers caused the woman to grow 3a tits and her legs to be
replaced by fleashy spheres of similar dimensions. Then she gave them a knife
with wich to make incisions in the womans fleash where the people could insert
themselves. The origional breasts and ass of this woman has been growing ever
since. If you are so inclined...


             Visitors

        If you want to go to this place all you have to to is drive down to
your friendly neighborhood gateway.
        Once you arrive the first thing you do is turn your car in. It is then
"Fixd-up", crated and stored in a warehouse. Next you put everything you are
carrying on your body in a numbered locker. Then you enter your name and locker
number into a keypad next to an enterance booth. Once you step inside it fills
up with a metalic liquid and you are unconcious untill you reach the other
side.

        Once you reach the other side you find yourself feeling completely
rejuvenated. If you had a false tooth it is now a real tooth. If you had a
pacemaker you will find your heart makes good time on its own. If you were old
feeble and wrinkled you would find yourself young and healthy buffed even!
If you are a woman you will find yourself wearing a diaphraghm of that strange
metal. But if you were below the age of biological maturity (about 17 for
girls, 19 for boys) you will find yourself fitted with a one inch thick device
that seems to be made out of a solid piece of that strange metal. Not at all
uncomfortable but entirely preclusive to any of that type of sexual activity.
When the booth opens you will find yourself in the main area or the daycare
facilitys depending on your age.

        If anal intercourse is your preferance you will be unpleasantly
surprised when you discover one of the unwriten rules of breastworld. You
don't have an asshole! (or a bellybutton, heck you don't even need to eat!)

        If you can muster the dicipline to leave the place all you have to do
is walk to one of the exit booths and say "I want out!" simple as that.
This of course implys that you can move and that you can fit into the booth.
The booth is fairly accomodating six feet in diameter. therefore someone with
a pair of three Cs grown so that they reach the floor could theoretically be
able to get out. but on the outside that person would find that without arms
she would have trouble even picking up the ticket stub that would remind her
of what her name and locker number was. If that person was fortunate enough to
have a family than she would be taken care of. If not she'd better be thinking
about going back and getting a reduction. Lets look at a more moderate case
as a better example. A woman with two b's the kind that sag almost to the knees
and have cute pick nipples that stare back dumbly at those who pass by.
She would have no trouble though the locker part. Her body would retain it's
buffed youthfull appearance but once again have a belly button. At her locker
she would be supprised to find that all her real world clothes don't fit
anymore. Fortunately a clothing booth is provided to make what is necessary.
She would probably select a bra and shirt designed to force her breasts into
staying above the waistline so she could sit without problems; uncomfortable
but necessary. Going out to her car she would find that her car had been
restored to showroom condition. She probably would find that she could drive
but with great difficulty being both hindered and out of practice. If The IRS
wasn't already looking for her she probably would do just fine.

                HALT!!!!!!!!
        Now you've stopped let me tell you about the sub story that follows.
It shows you what is left in these storys after all the potions and boring
fluff has been removed and how obscenely stupid these storys that I've been
writing would be if all the grit, grime, drugery, and pain of real life were
removed.
                PROCEDE!!!!! (I like bossing my readers around)

        Tale of the Tit Fairy ( A picture book; please add pictures if you have
the software and skills required.)

  Fig 1: picture of three adult women with pony tails and wearing only
        shorts and shirts
Caption: Meet Sandy, Sally and Jill.
        Sandy, Sally And Jill were good friends.

  Fig 2: Picture looking over Sandy's sholder at the other two girls (women).
Caption: One day Sandy asked Sally and Jill what they should do.
        They thought and thought.

  Fig 3: A lightbulb is now suspended over Sandy's head.
Caption: "I have an Idea!" Sandy said "Lets go out and buy some magic stones!"
        "What would we do with magic stones?" Jill asked.
        "We'll pray to the Tit Fairy for big tits." Sandy said.

  Fig 4: picture of Sandy in her jammys praying to her magic stone.
Caption: Noble Tit Fairy if you are truly fair and good make me round so I can
        Jiggle and bounce.

  Fig 5: Picture of Sally in her jammys praying to her magic stone.
Caption: Noble Tit Fairy if you are truly fair and good make me long so I can
        Sway to and fro.

  Fig 6: Picture of Jill in her jammys praying to her magic stone.
Caption: Noble Tit Fairy if you are truly fair and good make me big so I can
rock back and forth.

  Fig 6: Picture of Sally, Sandy And Jill in their jammys that had magically
        grown to accomidate their larger chests (each breast about the size
        of their heads or 8").
Caption: When the Girls (women) Awoke the next morning they were supprised
to see that they all had gotten what they wanted.

  Fig 7: Picture of Sally wearing a shirt and Jiggling her round tits
Caption: Sally got Tits that jiggled and bounced
        She was happy.

  Fig 8: Picture of Sandy wearing a shirt and swaying her pendulous tits that
        that hung all the way down to her bellybutton.
Caption: Sandy got Tits that swayed.
        She was happy.

  Fig 9: Picture of Jill looking unhappy at her tits that were almost
        identical to Sally's
Caption: But poor Jill was much to small to rock back and forth.
        She was very sad.
        Suddenly she had an idea. Maybe if she drank a lot of milkshakes they
        would grow biger!"

 Fig 10: Picture of jill sitting at a picnic table with several disgarded xlg
        milkshakes around. Her breasts were bigger and behaved like limp
        waterbags. Jill was making them rock back and forth Looking very happy
Caption: As she drank each shake her tits did become bigger and they rocked
        back and forth just as she had wished. She was happy.

 Fig 11: Picture of girls (22 yr olds) praying to their stones again.
Caption: That night The girls prayed again.

 Fig 12: picture of girls in jammys in bed with tits that were 16 inches in
        diameter.
Caption: The next morning the girls were happy to find their wishes granted.

 Fig 13: Sally now in clothes showing off her huge jiggly tits.
No caption

 Fig 14: Sandy swinginging her huge tits that reached all the way down to her
        knees.

 Fig 15: Jill on the ground rocking her giant beanbag sized/shaped tits back
        and forth with a pile of disgarded milkshake containers lying around.
Caption: The girls loved their new tits.

 Fig 16: The girls praying again.
Caption: Everytime their tits got biger they loved them more so bigger they
        asked the kind and noble tit fairy.

 Fig 17: The girls with tits 32 inches in diameter still wearing jammies.
        Sally and jill nolonger have arms
Caption: The next day the girls were even bigger.

 Fig 18: Sally now dressed looking for her arms.
Caption: "Where did my arms go?" Sally asked.
        She thought a minitue. Then with glee she spoke "Now I'm just a big
pair of tits with legs!"

 Fig 19: Pcture of sally bouncing down a path.
Caption: With that she merily went to play with her new tits in the park.

 Fig.20: Picture of sandy standing but her boobs reached all the way to the
        ground.
Caption: "I'm not going to be able to go out today."

 Fig 21: Picture of Sandy in bed reading. Tits covering her from chest down.
Caption: "They feel so warm and cozy that I don't even WANT to get up."

 Fig.22: picture of Jill on ground rocking huge tits back and forth, Whole heap
        of disgarded milkshakes
Caption: Jill didn't want to get up eather.

 Fig.23: The girls praying again.
Caption: The girls couldn't even wait to wake up the next morning.

 Fig.24: The girls in bed with tits 64 inches in dameter each. Beds and jammies
both magically altered to acomodate. Sally and Jill nolonger had legs.
Caption: On the fourth day the girls were yet again bigger.
        "Hey look! I'm just a pair of tits now!" Sally shouted with glee.
        Jill was just a pair of tits too.

 Fig.25: Sally surrounded by seusean style macines designed to jiggle her tits.
        wearing a giant shirt and a big grin.
Caption: Since tits can't jiggle themselves Sally had some macines do it for
        her.

 Fig.26: Sandy holding a teddy bear, still in jammies, sleeping. View looking
        down her cleavage
Caption: Sandy was so comfortable that she went right back to sleep.

 Fig.27: Jill with macines to help rock her enormous tits, Milkshake truck
        leaving in the distance. Jill looking as happy as a kid on a
        moonbounce

 Fig.28: All that praying crap, ONE-MORE-TIME!!!!!

 Fig.29: Picture of the girls with tits 10' 8" high off the ground.

 Fig.30: Picture of sandy with other people helping jiggle her tits.
Caption: Everybody liked Sandy's bouncy boobs.

 Fig.31: Picture of Sally sleeping with teddy bear.
Caption: Sally decided that she would sleep the rest of her life under her
warm and cozy tits.

 Fig.32: Picture of Jill covering an entire field with her mountainous tits
        that were almost thirty feet high in the middle. A whole fleet of
        milkshake trucks departing in the background.
Caption: Jill's tits were too big to rock anymore but she loved them more Than
        ever.

 Fig.33: Picture of all three (if that's possible)
Caption: And they all lived hapily ever after.

                      The End! (bet you didn't think I could say that)